born scorpio boy
chased by storms
always safe

rush out of bed
tornado is dead
in its wake, sunlight
the land in uproot

taken down south
to a hurricane town
fallen down bombs
wishing for snowbound home

robbed by time
the shadows of birds
fortunes won and lost
and still, i'm wandering...
wandering...
wandering...

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